Chapter 185

Sam had just left when the master bedroom door lock clicked softly.

William turned sharply. Emily emerged wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, her face drained of color.

Her eyes met his stormy gaze as her fingers unconsciously twisted the robe's belt. "Thank you," she whispered, barely audible. "I'll go now."

William watched her slender back, his Adam's apple bobbing. He wanted nothing more than to tear that damned robe off and make her sob until her voice broke, trembling with surrender.

"Leaving like that?" His laugh was cold. "Not afraid of running into another pervert?"

Emily froze. The hem of her robe fluttered faintly with her trembling.

William clenched his fists. He hadn't realized the incident had traumatized her so deeply.

"May I borrow your phone?" She turned abruptly, her lips paler than her face.

William narrowed his eyes. "Who are you calling?"

"My boyfriend."

The air turned to ice. William's jawline sharpened like a blade, his eyes swirling with a terrifying storm.

Emily had already picked up the landline receiver. She dialed wrong twice before a stream of obscenities erupted from the speaker. A tear hit the keypad, scattering tiny droplets.

William's chest burned. He pulled out his phone and found that infuriating contact.

Daniel had just loosened his tie when his phone vibrated. "William Johnson" on the screen made his pupils constrict.

A call this late could only mean one thing.